Valentine’s Day
Every year on February 14th, people across the globe celebrate Valentine’s Day, also known as Lovers’ Day. This occasion is marked by the exchange of love, gifts, greetings, and bouquets of flowers among partners, friends, and loved ones. Many individuals seize this opportunity to express their feelings of affection towards someone special or to resolve conflicts, mending broken relationships. In honor of this unique day, we present to you some of the most beautiful and heartfelt expressions.
Beautiful Valentine’s Day Phrases
- If Valentine’s Day had a flower, it would be you. If Valentine’s Day had a smile, it would be your smile. If this is the day of my love, then my holiday is having you by my side.
- I promised God that with each passing year, my love for you will grow deeper, and my longing will intensify. Wishing you the sweetest Valentine’s Day, my dearest love.
- Today I love you, tomorrow I’ll adore you, and the day after, I’ll be in intensive care—because I’m hopelessly in love with you.
- You may be far away, and your heart and mind may wander, but my love for you is definite, and I wish you a happy Valentine’s Day.
- I love you as much as the minutes pass between us. Even if I don’t see you with my eyes, my heart whispers your name—today is your special day.
- On Valentine’s Day, all I need from my life are two moments: one where you are happy and the other where you remember me even when I’m away.
- For this Valentine’s Day, I wish to capture you with the sunrise, so that I can be the first lover to photograph the sun alongside you, my dear.
Romantic Poetry for Valentine’s Day
Poem: Every Year You Are My Love
This poem titled “Every Year You Are My Love,” by the contemporary Syrian poet Nizar Qabbani (born in 1923), has garnered acclaim for its profound simplicity and emotional depth. Critics have described him as a “school of poetry” and a “cultural phenomenon.” He is celebrated as one of the fathers of modern daily poetry, as he bridged the gap between poetry and the general public. His notable collections include “Said to Me the Dark-Skinned.”
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Every year, you are my love,
I say this to you,
When the clock strikes midnight,
And the past year drowns in the waters of my sorrows,
Like a ship made of paper…
I convey it to you in my own way,
Transcending all the celebratory rituals,
That the world has practiced for the past 47 years,
And breaking all the traditions of false joy,
That people have clung to for the past 47 years…
Every year, you are my love.
I say it simply,
Like a child reciting his prayers before sleep,
And like a bird perched on a stalk of wheat,
As the flowers embroidered on your white dress multiply,
By one…
And the boats waiting in the waters of your eyes increase,
By one…
I declare my feelings to you with fervor and vigor,
Like a Spanish dancer stamping his foot on the floor,
Creating thousands of circles,
Around the circumference of the Earth…
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These are the four words,
That I will wrap in a ribbon of reeds,
And send to you on New Year’s Eve.
All the cards they sell in the stores,
Do not convey what I desire,
And all the illustrations they feature…
From candles… and bells… and trees… and snowballs,
And children… and angels,
Do not suit me…
I feel uneasy with prefabricated cards,
Nor with ready-made poems,
Or greetings that are offered for export,
For they are all printed in Paris, or London,
Or Amsterdam…
Written in French or English…
Fit for all occasions…
But you are not an occasion,
You are the woman I love…
You are this daily agony…
That cannot be expressed in greeting cards…
It cannot be articulated with Latin letters…
Nor communicated through correspondence…
But it is stated when the clock strikes midnight,
And you enter my warm waters,
Bathing there…
While my lips wander in the forests of your gypsy hair,…
3
Because I love you…
The new year will enter like a king…
And because I love you,
I carry a special permit from God…
To wander among millions of stars…
4
We won’t buy a tree for this holiday…
You will be the tree…
And I will hang upon you,
My wishes, my prayers,
And the lanterns of my tears…
5
Every year, you are my love…
A wish I am afraid to hope for,
For I don’t want to be accused of greed or arrogance…
A thought I am afraid to consider,
So that people do not steal it from me…
And claim they invented poetry first…
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Every year, you are my love…
Every year you are my love…
I know I wish for more than I should,
And dream beyond permissible limits…
But…
Who has the right to hold me accountable for my dreams?
Who holds the poor accountable?…
If they dream they sat on a throne,
For five minutes?
Who judges the desert if it craves a stream of water?
There are three occasions when a dream is permissible:
The state of madness…
The state of poetry…
And the condition of meeting an astonishing woman like you…
And I suffer – fortunately –
From all three conditions…
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Leave your tribe,
And follow me to my inner caverns…
Leave the paper hat,
And the jester’s music,
And the masquerade clothing…
Come sit with me beneath the lightning tree…
And the blue cloak of poetry…
I will cover you with my coat from the rain of Beirut…
And I will serve you red wine…
From the monks’ cellars…
And I will prepare for you a Spanish dish…
From ocean shells…
Follow me – oh my lady – to the back streets of dream…
For I will reveal to you poems I have never read to anyone…
And open you my bags of tears…
That I have never opened for anyone…
And I will love you more than anyone else can…
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When the clock strikes twelve…
And the Earth loses its balance…
And the dancers begin to ponder their steps…
I will retreat into myself…
And draw you in with me…
For you are a woman not tied to common joy…
Nor to common time…
Nor to this great circus that parades before us…
Nor to those pagan drums that beat around us…
Nor to the paper masks that, by the night’s end,
Leave behind only paper men…
And paper women…
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Oh! My lady…
If it were up to me…
I would create a year just for you…
You can shape its days as you please…
And rest your back against its weeks as you will…
And sunbathe…
And bathe…
And run on the sands of its months…
As you desire…
Oh! My lady…
If it were up to me…
I would establish a capital for you in the suburb of time…
That would not adhere to the system of sundials or hourglasses…
And where real time would only commence…
When your tiny hand takes a nap…
Inside mine…
Poem: Eastern
By the poet Amer Al-Saleh, who was born in Aleppo, Syria, in 1982 and graduated from the Faculty of Education. He works in the educational sector as a principal of an elementary school. His poetry has been published in several Syrian and Arab newspapers, and he has a forthcoming collection titled “It’s Raining Love.”
Today love’s festival blooms,
Every year you are my love, O Moon.
Every day, the eye of poetry retains,
What fate has inscribed in your eyes, my dear.
I love you, my dark-skinned beauty, so smile,
To sweeten love, joy, and night-long revelry.
I love you, with no excuse or regret,
Is there any sea that apologizes for their waves?
O seas of the East, O flowers of my plantation,
You are the palm tree cut from the earth’s yield.
You are the spring, and the sands of the sea, my lady,
You are the beauty—a myth greater than Layla or Shahrzad.
The swords of Khalid are known within your lashes,
Slashing with the blood of ardent lovers.
If only I could find a sweet refuge behind your gaze,
Like an outcast escaping the fate of the East.
Beyond what I express, write of me whatever tales,
My legend continues—the hemp and the revelry.
Who condemns flowers for their intoxication,
Or rejects love within my heart and apologizes?
The horses, the night, the wilderness know me,
With love, I’m a lord who rises and triumphs.
So, if I fall at your hands, a martyr,
O the heroism of an eagle inside you that fades away.
You and I bear the mountains of sorrow,
And how the eyelid suffers when in love.
I am like the wounds of Al-Hussein, dark-skinned,
And Karbala adorns the heart’s sorrow.
Sister of the sky’s wheat, forgive me,
If the eyes of poetry do not weep for you.
Today I completed my faith in love,
And in my eyes, I chose the light to spread.
These are my lines and this poetry burns,
So let those who deny worship God under your gaze.
Reflections on Valentine’s Day
Reflection One:
Nothing deserves attention like love… There’s no invitation more worthy of sharing than an invitation of love… We shall be united only through love… Only love can bring us happiness… Only love can inspire us… Wishing you all love-filled days.
Reflection Two:
There’s no need for talk of love… Just gaze into my eyes… You will find an entire universe that has fallen in love with you… This isn’t merely love… My relationship with you brings me security… Your presence is a source of comfort… Happy Valentine’s Day to you, the essence of tenderness dwelling in my heart.
Lovely Messages for Valentine’s Day
Message One:
On Valentine’s Day…
I gift you a jasmine flower…
Its color mirrors that of your heart…
It tells you that I hope you hear the beat of my heart…
Message Two:
If love were words written down…
My pens would have run out long ago…
But love is a spirit…
So, is my essence enough for your Valentine’s Day?…
My soul is yours, my love…
Message Three:
Everything in this world may come to an end…
My life…
My time…
My messages…
But my love for you will never end…
Message Four:
On Valentine’s Day…
I send a dove of peace…
Its beak carries a rose of passion…
From a love-struck heart to the dearest person in my life…